Killed by words

under the bed

The school got closed down for a while after the class witnessing Mark taking his last breaths. The town felt murky, sombre and unwelcoming. There was no longer dads mowing the lawn, runners walking their cheerful dogs and kids with bags on their backs walking to the closest school bus stop. It just felt quiet. Too quiet.

I didn't think these deaths would effect anyone or even effect me. I was beginning to gain the guilt for my poor decisions. I was only thinking of my self when saying the words that wanted them to die. I forgot about all the gut-wrenching pain that their family and friends now have to suffer with after these agonizing deaths that I have caused. I still don't know why i have obtained these powers and I'm starting to wish that I haven't of even received this gift of controlling who lives and who dies. It is shown that I have taken advantage of it. Promising that I would use it for good and kill people who did wrong to this world but instead, I hurt people who only did wrong to me. No one else. Just me.

I could see the effect it caused to the whole classroom as the blood dripped onto the floor from Mark. They looked terrified. You could see it in their horror-stricken eyes. 

The same day mark died we got sent home. I was so horrified from what I saw, it made me think of what other sufferings Courtney and ivy had to go through. Their moribund body just stenching out the room they were in. Being found by their parents or siblings. It made my stomach bend out of shape just thinking about it. Only now I feel the sorrowness to what have I done.

After reaching the upstairs of my house I quickly sneaked into my mother's room to see if her laptop was placed there as mine was unusable after my brother accidentally breaking it. I wanted to see if there was any articles about Mark, I was curious to what they had to say. Nevertheless, as reached for the laptop that was neatly placed on my mother's bed side table, I saw a shiney object slightly hanging from under the unmade bed. Only showing the colour of the silver object, I picked it up.

"What the fuck" I screeched at the top of my lungs after realising what it was.

I held the object in my hand in disbelief. Why did my mum have a knife in her room?. The knife was dual blade with a hardwood handle. Everything about it was precise. It was the kind of knife chavs carry around when they want to look tough In a park to show off to their group of mates. I turned it over in my hands, feeling the weight of it as I twisted it in the daylight to see if what I was actually seeing was real. It was abundantly real as the texture scraped across my hands. My face lifted from neutral to a frown.

I overheard the gate unbar open. It must of been my mother. She sometimes comes home early from her long day at work. I swiftly placed the knife back to where I found it. Having thinking that this couldn't get get more any worse that it already was. It did. I saw a bottle half full of what looked like to be poison under the bed and next to it lay drips of blood which seemed to be from the knife I was just holding. I didn't have any time to bring the pieces of what I just saw together. I hurried back into my room and acted like I was just on my phone as I positioned myself so it looked like i've been here the whole time.

She slowly walked up the stairs. Each step got louder and louder. She walked straight pass my room without even saying hello. After the anticipation, minutes past and my mum finally got to my room. I smiled. She smiled back. It wasn't a normal warmly smile that she gives. It felt raw and gelid. Oh no, I thought.

"I know" she said still smiling

"You know what?" I responded. I had some sort of clue of what she might of been on about.

She walked in closer as she spoke "I know you saw it"

"S-ss-saw what?" I said as I tried to control my shaken body. I knew exactly what I saw and I knew she knew too.

"Let's not mess around. I know you saw it. No need to lie, darling"

Who is she calling darling? I wanted to scream in her face but I didnt, to scared to what she might do.

"Why did you have them there? you know... the knife and that poison liquid"

Thats when she told me everything that happened. Everything from the day before Ivy died till now.